Dangerously Seductive (a Zayn Malik fanfiction).

Chapter 19

My feet padded across the pavement, rushing past cars. I mentally praised my self for not wearing heels. The difficulty of my already short legs trying to push faster would have increased greatly with a pair of stilettos clicking away.

"Juliet wait!" Zayn's voice cried after me. I turned around to see just how close he was, and it was much closer than expected. My adrenaline was declining and his pace was only growing faster.

"Just leave me alone!" I shouted, trying my best to blink away the tears.
I rushed into the creaky gates of a children's park, hoping the obstacles and things would help me hide. But soon enough a pair of strong hands wrapped around my arm pushing me against the playground set. I squirmed in his touch desperately fighting him. Zayn's grip grew tighter, holding my small wrist with ease.

"Stop fighting me and listen!"

"No! I knew it all along, I was right what I said. Just go shag Rebecca!" I shouted.
His eyes peered into mine, both of us catching our breath.

"Listen to me." He breathily demanded.
I quietly shook my head still weakly fighting his hold.

"She pinned me. The moment her lips touched me I shoved her away. You looked away just as I pushed her off."
I met his intense gaze, my eyes searching for any sign of him lying. He was being honest.
I suddenly felt quite stupid, remembering how he quickly got away from her when she approached us, clearly not enjoying her company. Why would he want to make out with such an annoyance?

"I'm..I'm sorry" I stuttered out looking anywhere but his face. The beanie I had borrowed from Zayn, surprisingly stayed on through the run, but loosened enough to allow long strands of hair to fall around my face.

"I'm yours." His hand tilted my chin up.
"Be my girlfriend." His voice held a sense of authority, yet so pleading all at once.

"I'm yours." The moment the words escaped my mouth his soft lips met mine. The kiss was rough and desperate, each of us struggling to pull away. We both needed contact, desired to feel each others soothing touch.
"Take me back to your flat and make love to me." I breathily instructed.
The smile curving his lips could be seen even in the dark of night, making my stomach do flips as usual. Zayn unpinned my arms and returned to his normal height, no longer needing to bend down to my level.

"Lets go." His large hand engulfed mine, as we walked back to his car, a few playful kisses stolen in between.

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We raced up the stairs our mouths already busy at work. The fight our tongues were having never ceased as Zayn strategically unlocked the door whilst swiftly lifting me up. My legs instinctively wrapped around his torso, fingers locking tightly in his jet black locks.
The moment he stepped through the door, my sweater was discarded, my small hands working on his shirt next. The light material was thrown to the floor exposing his muscled torso.
My lips pressed to his neck, sucking harshly on the soft skin. I felt Zayn slowly walk us towards his room. A rough moan was heard when I slightly bit down on the already reddened area. A smirk of satisfaction graced my lips hearing the erotic noise.

"Lay down." He instructed putting me back on my feet. I complied with the request and walked over to the bed, easing my way on my back.
He slowly hovered above me, gently dipping his head to place small kisses down my front. I closed my eyes in pleasure as he left a seductive trail with his tongue, stopping right above my skirt.
His large hands shimmied the material down my legs, leaving me in only my bra and panties. My nervousness was beginning to show as he reached for the lace material to pull down my legs. I frantically reached for his arm urging him up to me. It hadn't occurred to me until this moment, that this was going to be my first time. Weeks ago I would have shuttered at the thought of sharing this moment with Zayn, but now I couldn't imagine giving myself to any one but him.